Arquis began to draw. The first step was recalling most of what his tutors had taught him about sketching people. He worked out a few quick, rough sketches of their pose as a warmup and did one or two fast shading exercises to get used to Honey’s pencils. Gradually, a plan for the piece came together in his mind.
He started out with a new sketch of the pose. They were sitting in such a way that he could capture both sharp and soft angles of his body. The hands were hard to get right, but after a good fifteen minutes he had a decent outline to fill in later. He worked his way up from the torso and arms to their face. The angle that he was sitting at allowed him to rely on basic construction lines rather easily, though his hair proved a bit of a problem. He decided to work on it more after doing some shading on the chest.
Rather than go the typical route and strive for extreme realism, Arquis took some liberties. He wanted the piece to be more authentically artistic than clean and perfect. He was surprised to find after about an hour and a half of working that they weren’t too far off from his typical landscape. Muscle and bone were jagged hills and sharp slopes. Shadows were the dark patches in the ground and flora, while highlights were the bright reflections of sunlight. Curves were hills and valleys.
The result of his efforts was a cozy piece that he was quite proud of. Arquis had drawn Rin in the way that he saw him. They were soft and pleasant; his expression was gentle, their pretty eyes focused on the book. Even in a flat, two-dimensional drawing they had a natural charisma. It was the kind of warmth brought on by domesticity, but it was also due in large part to their personality, which shone through the page. Somehow, Arquis managed to capture everything he had a hard time saying directly to them—how badly he wished to be with him, how much he adored their presence in his life, how much he loved their confidence in their skin—in a single drawing.
They looked beautiful. He looked happy. They looked calm.
“Here you are,” Arquis said. It had taken about two hours, even though it wasn’t a full colored drawing or painted. He passed it to them and dropped onto his pillow, suddenly feeling quite drained.